Countless hills and small towns flew by beneath Qian Renfeng's feet, twelve wings trailing behind him.
Even while carrying Tang Yuehua, Qian Renfeng's speed had already surpassed what an ordinary Titled Douluo could dream of.
A distance of three hundred li (150 km) was nothing more than half an hour's journey for him.
The violent airflow rushed past Tang Yuehua's body, tearing her already scant clothing to shreds.
By the time half an hour had passed, what little she wore barely covered her body.
In the distance, a massive mountain range finally appeared in Qian Renfeng's view.
With a cold snort, he descended straight toward the ground.
The moment his feet touched down, all eyes in the area turned toward him.
A burly man with a stern expression stepped forward.
"Please leave. We don't welcome outsiders here."
Qian Renfeng ignored him and casually tossed the barely conscious Tang Yuehua to the ground.
He calmly surveyed the village.
The place was small, surrounded by a faint ring of mountains—an ideal location for seclusion and retreat.
Seeing Qian Renfeng so casually discard Tang Yuehua, the surrounding villagers began to gather.
They didn't even recognize her disheveled figure, but the oppressive aura radiating from Qian Renfeng made it clear:
He wasn't here in peace.
Most of them looked like common farmers, but their grip on their tools grew tighter and tighter.
"This is Haotian Sect, isn't it?"
"Go inform them: Qian Renfeng of Spirit Hall is here… to exterminate the sect!"
His words were delivered in a calm, flat tone, but what he said caused an uproar.
Exterminate the sect?!
Who dared speak so lightly of wiping out the once number-one sect in the world—Haotian Sect?!
The burly man stammered:
"We—we don't know what you're talking about. There's no Haotian Sect here!"
"Please leave our village immediately!"
Qian Renfeng simply shook his head.
With a punch, he sent several of them flying like rag dolls, crashing backward. Even without his martial spirit, one punch was enough to overpower them completely.
These weren't true disciples of the Haotian Sect—at most, they were peripheral branches or retainers.
Just one punch from Qian Renfeng shattered all their courage.
Without sparing another glance at Tang Yuehua, Qian Renfeng grabbed one of the villagers who still had a shred of consciousness.
"You get one chance:
Lead the way… or die."
The man's lips trembled. He looked around at the others—but Qian Renfeng didn't wait.
Crack!
With a snap of his fingers, he crushed the man's neck on the spot.
Then, one after another, he grabbed more people and asked the same question.
These villagers were loyal to the Haotian Sect. After all, the sect had been in seclusion for years, and they remained stationed here as sentries and loyal retainers.
But in any large group, there are always exceptions.
Especially when they had just witnessed people being killed before their eyes.
"—I-I'll talk!"
Qian Renfeng nodded calmly and lifted the man, flying toward the back of the village.
"Where do we go?"
"We have to leave from the back first…"
The youth looked nervously toward the rear. No one cast him any looks of contempt. After all, if any of them had been chosen, they likely would've caved too.
He was just unlucky enough to be the one caught.
As Qian Renfeng departed, the others all let out a breath of relief.
If the Haotian Sect were truly destroyed, that man might survive.
But if Haotian Sect lived—then he would be forever branded as a traitor, and his entire lineage would likely be erased from the family records.
The two traveled quickly—primarily because Qian Renfeng was fast.
Soon, they had left the village and were flying toward a barren mountain.
Before long, a smooth, bald peak came into view. The backside of the mountain was devoid of vegetation and had no ledges, crevices, or footholds—only small holes the size of a toe, impossible for ordinary climbers to ascend.
"This is Haotian Sect's first line of defense."
"Unless you've trained from youth or possess exceptional agility, there's no way up."
"So maybe we should—"
"What a stupid defense system," Qian Renfeng scoffed.
"Why not just fly over it?"
With a flap of his twelve white wings, a brilliant gust surged behind him, lifting them both easily into the air.
After all, this so-called defense was never designed to stop someone like him—maybe a Soul Master below rank 30, at best.
Passing over the peak, Qian Renfeng landed atop the mountain.
Mist and clouds shrouded the surroundings, obscuring everything from view—even his vision.
This fog wasn't simple.
Even with Qian Renfeng's strength, without knowledge of the terrain, anyone could get hopelessly lost here.
"We have to jump down," the young guide whispered.
Qian Renfeng nodded thoughtfully. Based on what he'd learned, there was indeed a checkpoint hidden within a ravine.
But he wasn't foolish enough to jump blind.
What if it were two kilometers straight down with unstable air currents?
In that case, even flying back up might not be so easy.
Instead, Qian Renfeng began flying down slowly and carefully.
This was, after all, the Haotian Sect's territory. He couldn't afford to be careless and fall into a trap.
Soon, a faint smell of rust reached him. He extended his spiritual perception.
A thick iron chain, as wide as a man's arm, stretched into the distance.
With mist everywhere, if not for this youth's directions, Qian Renfeng might have wandered for a long time.
And who knows—maybe a Haotian Hammer would've smashed into him mid-air.
He stepped onto the chain—but kept a tight grip on the young man's neck.
"If I fall, you die first."
He had no choice but to walk the chain.
The fog was so thick that flying risked completely losing orientation.
Fortunately, the chain eventually led to its end.
"The mountain ahead is the main peak of Haotian Sect," said the guide.
"Can I… stop here? If I go any further, I'll be killed!"
Qian Renfeng nodded.
"Then stay here and wait.
If I come out and you're gone…"
"Let's just say—don't let me see you again."
With that, he walked along the path toward the sect.
In truth, he had already memorized the return route.
With his vast spiritual power, not only the path—but even the plants and stones along the way—had been imprinted in his mind.
Setting foot on the stone path, Qian Renfeng soon saw it:
A massive fortress-like structure rises in the mist.
Haotian Sect—finally… he had arrived.